I just finished a surgery, exhausted and drained, when my fiancé Julian's assistant, Chloe, sent me several photos of her trying on wedding dresses. "Dr. Xin, which one do you like best?" In the photos, Chloe was beaming, wearing a white wedding gown and clinging to Julian’s arm. They looked lovingly into each other's eyes, like a couple about to walk down the aisle. If this were the old me, I would have called Julian immediately, demanding to know why another woman was trying on my wedding dress. But now, I was just tired. I replied calmly: "Whichever one you like is fine." Not long after the message was sent, Julian called: "Vivian, how can you be so rude? Chloe was just trying to help you out by trying on the dresses, and you have to be so sarcastic?" "It's nothing." I hung up before he could say anything else. I really felt nothing this time. 1 "Vivian, what is wrong with you today?" "Chloe was crying in the bridal shop after seeing your message. The poor girl was so scared she wanted to quit. It's just trying on a wedding dress, who cares who wears it?" "I invited her over for dinner tonight. You need to prepare a good meal and apologize to her properly." I had just gotten home from work and laid down on the bed when Julian came in from outside. The back-to-back surgeries had left me utterly exhausted, my head throbbing. As soon as he walked in, his face was dark as a thundercloud. He loosened his tie and threw it in front of me. The way he spoke to me now was like a boss reprimanding a subordinate who had made a mistake. In the past, I would always listen to Julian to avoid arguments. But now I was really tired, and I didn't want to say a single word. Not getting the response he expected, Julian frowned: "It's just trying on your wedding dress, is it worth making such a fuss?" "If it weren't for your last-minute surgery, I wouldn't have asked her to help try on the wedding dress. You should be grateful instead of scaring the little girl. You should apologize." I had made six appointments to try on the wedding dress, but each time he had something come up and canceled, so I had to reschedule. This time, it was me who canceled, and he replaced the bride. I laughed angrily at Julian's words and turned my back to him: "I don't think I need to apologize to Chloe, and I won't." In our five years of dating, this was the first time I had gone against his decision. A hint of anger flashed across Julian's face, and he pulled me up from the bed: "I'm talking to you, what kind of attitude is this?" The moment his hand touched my body, a cold sensation spread throughout my body. He suddenly put his hand on my forehead, his tone softening: "Why are you so hot?" "You're a doctor, and you don't even know to take medicine when you have a fever." With that, he turned and brought the medicine box from the living room, handing me a fever reducer. The capsule slid down my throat, painful. Just like after Chloe appeared, the grievances I swallowed time and time again would hurt every now and then, until I could no longer swallow them. After taking the medicine, Julian took the water glass and placed it on the bedside table. Before I could say thank you, he handed me his phone, which showed a physical examination report: "Help Chloe take a look, see if there's anything wrong with her body?" As I took it, a message popped up at the top from someone nicknamed "Little Trouble Maker." My hand trembled and I clicked on it. In the chat box was a mirror selfie of Chloe in a maid outfit. "Thanks for the clothes, brother, I love them~" "Please order Daji around, master~" Followed by three little hearts. Seeing me frozen in place, Julian leaned over and saw the chat box on the screen. He suddenly got angry at me and snatched the phone away: "Have you seen enough?" "I asked you to look at the physical examination report, and you took the opportunity to look through my phone. Vivian, you are really terrible." I watched him blush and smirked. Sure enough, the more guilty people are, the more eager they are to push the blame onto others. And Julian was like a clown now. Meeting my mocking gaze, Julian angrily picked up his jacket and walked out, still trying to justify himself: "I'm going back to the company to work overtime. I'll come back when you've thought it through." How ridiculous. My husband was impatient to find another woman, but he still wanted to push the blame onto me. "Hmm." I responded indifferently. Perhaps sensing that I was too obedient, Julian turned around after taking two steps and explained: "I'm really going to the company to work overtime." My head was getting heavier and heavier. I covered my head with the quilt and didn't respond until the door slammed shut, and everything returned to tranquility. 2 Maybe it was the effect of the medicine, but I slept very soundly this time. When I woke up again, it was already 4 a.m. I habitually picked up my phone to check if there were any messages from the work group, but I saw a selfie sent by Chloe two hours ago. In the photo, Chloe was sitting on the sofa in a low-cut maid outfit, the red marks on her neck still clearly visible. Behind her sat Julian, frowning slightly at the desk, reading the documents in front of him by the light of a warm yellow desk lamp. "Vivian, isn't Julian handsome when he's working?" I suddenly felt my stomach churning. Julian was indeed working overtime, but he also asked Chloe in a maid outfit to accompany him. Now Chloe was provocatively making me a part of their play. I struggled to run to the bathroom and threw up, hugging the toilet until there was nothing left to throw up, just dry heaving. My stomach hurt badly. After a long time, I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. It wasn't much different from five years ago, but in order to look better on camera when getting married, my originally round face began to have sharp edges. The bathroom door was pushed open, and Julian rubbed his temples wearily: "Why didn't you prepare anything to eat today?" He looked at my face and softened his tone: "I'm hungry, make me a bowl of egg noodles." In the past, whenever I wasn't working the night shift, I would definitely have delicious food ready before he came in. But he had many social engagements, and the food was always heated and cooled, cooled and heated, until it lost its original taste. I wouldn't wait for him to come home eagerly anymore. I turned to look at Julian. His shirt was loosely hanging on his body, and a few buttons were wrongly fastened. He leaned against the doorframe, looking like he was about to drop dead at any moment. In the past, I would definitely feel distressed that he didn't cherish his body, distressed to death. Now I turned a deaf ear, turned sideways, and went out to lie back on the bed. Julian looked dissatisfied, strode to the bed and looked down at me: "Vivian, how long are you going to make trouble?" "I work myself to death every day just to give you a happy home, what else are you dissatisfied with?" "When I come home after working overtime at night, I just want a bowl of hot noodles, but you don't want to make it, what else can I expect from you?" I was puzzled by his self-righteousness and sneered: "President Julian has such a big face, working overtime needs a maid to serve." "Actually, there's no need to be so sneaky. Before the wedding, I can make room for her at any time." Julian looked at me in disbelief, his eyeballs about to pop out. "Vivian, let me say it one last time, Chloe and I are just in a superior-subordinate relationship. It's just that she is hardworking and motivated, so I take care of her more." "People still know how to think of ways to make me happy. What about you? You are suspicious all day long, like a resentful woman in a boudoir." I have to say that Chloe's monthly salary of 8,000 yuan is still too low. In the company, she not only has to work like a cow and a horse, but also serves as a mistress to provide emotional value to the boss. Even 80,000 yuan is worth it. I didn't argue with him like before, and sneered: "Say whatever you want." My indifferent attitude made Julian's anger seem like it hit a ball of cotton. He took a few deep breaths before barely calming down: "Vivian, I'm very busy and don't have time to coax you all day long. This time, I'm generous and won't argue with you. If there is a next time, I won't be so easy to talk to." With a "bang", he slammed the door and left again, but I didn't care where he went. 3 Since this quarrel, I haven't seen Julian for three consecutive days. During this period, I only received one message from him: "The customer sent two boxes of mangoes. I asked Chloe to send them home. Remember to eat them." It seemed that Julian softened and gave me a way out, but I didn't appreciate it at all. Because I am allergic to mangoes. A little bit of juice will cause red rashes all over my body and itching. I didn't reply, just pretended not to see it. The next second, a major earthquake occurred in the neighboring city, causing heavy casualties. The hospital temporarily formed a medical team to go to the front line. I also volunteered to step on the bus heading to the disaster area. When I arrived at the scene, I realized that the casualties were far more serious than we imagined. As soon as I got off the bus, I got into the medical tent and was too busy to touch the ground. My phone in my pocket kept vibrating. I took it out and saw it was Julian. He rarely reported to me: "I expect to travel for a week, don't wait for me to go home for dinner." At this critical moment of racing against death, I didn't reply to his message. I put my phone in my backpack and got into the medical tent again. Unexpectedly, the next day, I saw Julian in simple clothes and Chloe dragging two suitcases beside him among the volunteers. "Dr. Xin, these are the volunteers who came today. We'll pick a few with basic nursing experience to help you later." Julian was also stunned when he saw me. The rescue leader leaned closer to my ear, "The man in the black shirt in the first row is Julian, who donated materials and wants to advertise. The girl next to him is Chloe, his assistant, who came specifically to take care of him. Avoid the two of them when selecting people." Even if the leader didn't say it, I didn't plan to choose the two of them to work together. But Chloe raised her hands high: "Vivian, I want to work with you!" Hearing this, Julian angrily pressed her hand down: "How can you work in the medical team when you faint at the sight of blood? It's better to stay in the kitchen and help out." "Vivian, your medical team works day and night when they are busy, and often can't even eat. Chloe can't endure this hardship." I just listened calmly and didn't comment. As my fiancé, Julian didn't remember that I was allergic to mangoes, but remembered that other women fainted at the sight of blood, and felt distressed that she would exhaust her body if she joined the medical team. It's ironic. Time was tight and the task was heavy. I didn't have time to chat with them. I picked two capable people and turned away. Just as I was about to arrive at the medical team, a colleague called me. The medical team received a batch of newly sent wounded and urgently needed help, so I had to guide them first. Medical supplies were short, and I was the best candidate because I was close to the village entrance. On the way back, colleagues continued to call and urge me. Among the newly sent wounded was a boy about six or seven years old who was seriously injured and had fallen into a coma, waiting for me to go back for surgery. Just as I was hurrying along, Julian suddenly jumped out from somewhere and pulled me away. "Chloe said her stomach hurts and she can't get up from the bed. Go take a look." I threw off his hand fiercely and shouted: "If she's sick, take her to the medical team. There's a child lying on the operating table waiting for me to operate. Don't waste my time." Julian was unhappy and held me tightly and refused to let go: "Why are you still picking on the patient?" I was furious: "Patients also have priorities! Don't stop me when human life is at stake." The disparity in strength between men and women was too great, and I was dragged forward by him: "Chloe is in the tent ahead. It will be quick. Just leave after seeing her." While pulling, I fell heavily to the ground. When I landed, I unconsciously supported myself with my hand, and severe pain came from my wrist. I raised my hand and found that my wrist was swollen, and I couldn't do the operation, so I had to change someone else. When I rushed back to the medical team in a hurry, I heard the news that the little boy had died. His whole body was covered with white cloth, lying alone in the corner. Looking at his small body, I slumped on the ground. If Julian hadn't suddenly jumped out to block the way, he might not have died. And Chloe just wanted to be lazy, so she lay on the bed and pretended to be sick. Of course, Julian didn't believe it. A part of my heart seemed to be missing. My phone vibrated again. It was a call from the nursing home. I picked it up and listened. "Dr. Xin, your father had a sudden heart attack and died after ineffective rescue efforts..." Great grief welled up in my heart. Dad left forever before he could see me in my wedding dress. I had no scruples anymore and sent a message to Julian with trembling fingers: "Let's break up."
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